Jade
My body stiffened as the reality of what Darius was asking me sank in. The Ritual of Possession... It was the most dangerous thing a woman could go through. One out of nine survived.
The thought alone made my blood run cold.
The idea of lying on a cold slab, surrounded by witches chanting spells over my drugged body while they tore the bloodline of another man from within me—it was a nightmare too horrific to even imagine. And now, he—my mate—was asking me to go through it. He might as well have held a knife to my throat.
“You’re insane,” I whispered, stepping back, my voice shaky. “Do you even hear yourself?”
Darius's jaw tightened, his eyes burning with desperation. "You don’t understand, Jade. If there’s even the smallest chance that Rowon is the father—what happens to us? Wha
